Long ago, in a village perched on the edge of the sky, there lived a girl who refused to wear wool or fur in the winter. She said the earth’s fabrics were too heavy, too bound to the soil. Instead, she climbed the tallest hill at dawn and whispered to the heavens. The clouds, curious and playful, drifted down to her shoulders. They wrapped around her like a coat, soft and luminous, stitched together by sunlight and wind.